I like to write short quick story to the point. Hard or wet factor is the only thing I am aiming for. This is not a PhD dissertation. I have fucked many guys on first date. I know that is the standard for having no morals or self esteem or a classic definition of a slut. But I am completely secure in my sexual desire and for me fucking a guy is a conques...
"Daddy! Where are you?" I heard my twelve-year-old daughter, Rhegan, screamed as she tore through the house, frantically looking for me. "DADDY!!" Her voice didn't sound distressed, so I kept brushing the BBQ sauce over the slowly roasting chicken that I had spinning on the spit of my grill. "Outside by the pool, honey!" I finally gave in, laughing to mys...
The two men sat in easy chairs in the library on that cold autumn afternoon. Each had a snifter of Remy Martin VSOP brandy in hand. They casually sipped it, gazing out beyond the patio to the lawn and a small lake. In the distance were oaks to whose limbs clung the last dying leaves of the season. It was a time for quiet reflection; for remembrance of things...
Alyssa pressed her tits together as I squeezed my dick between them and she kept urging me in a low sensuous voice, "Cum on me, Nick, cum all over my tits. Give me a nice thick rope in my mouth and let me taste your salty goodness." The combination of her dirty mouth and firm tight breasts pushed together pleasuring my cock finally did the trick and I sta...
I knew. When I saw you climb out of the car in your tight jeans, buttoning your grey sport coat, I just knew this would be the night my curiosity would get the better of me at the exact moment my conscience looked the other way. Of all the things that made you irresistible, perhaps the strongest was knowing you were completely off-limits. We both knew the ba...
"Who is that?" John asked the man standing next to him as he nodded over towards the tall smart suited girl. "You mean Victoria?" "Yes, the one with the short fair hair and the cigar!" "You'd have to be very desperate to bother with her, she only likes girls." John slowly sipped his beer and looked across the smoke filled room at the girl called Victoria...
It was amateur Thursday at Club Soma when I first met Deirdre. I had come straight to the bar from the radio station. I grabbed one of the high-bar stools that was far from the noise of the night's musical accompaniment, but high enough to see the stage in case a good group stopped by. The fog of tobacco smoke formed a sort of membrane around the day's socia...
Brick walked up the driveway towards the carport, seeing a glimpse of bare thigh peeking out from the edge of the dress he spied around the Mustang. "This is it," he thought. "Two weeks of suspecting her of cheating, then two weeks of pleading for her to come back to him, while the whole time she is fucking him. After all this, I get one night to take it a...
In hindsight, I should probably have just turned her away there and then. However, you know how it is – no matter what sort of day you have, you just can't turn away a devastatingly attractive woman on your front doorstep. Even when you know that she's a professional assassin – and the reason you know this is that you hired her to kill your busi...
Her shoes were not red. They were, however, little—too little for the feet that swelled over the satin tops and blistered deep inside the glossy, black toe. They made skipping an excruciating business. Still, one must skip, and skip she did, limping a touch on the downbeat and trying not to whimper around her forced smile. She swung the basket to distract...